People were gunned down
bullets flying through a church...
I'm hanging by a thread here
It's worn and it is frayed...
Tongues can spray bullets
Packed full of hate...
I wander through this carnival,
And I see those flashing lights...
My window flashes light-
Illuminating thoughts...
Fairy tales are wrong,
Someone has to die...
I am a daughter, grand-daughter, mother, sister...
I am confident and scared, terrified and excited...
Was true, I was young
when i met you then...
I am the backwards God;
the streets...
In my life a garden grows
Behind a faded fence...
If i could fly like a
bird i would fly so very...
Gender roles...